"Aren't you being a bit unreasonable?"
No sooner had Mo Shangjun finished speaking than Ya Tianxing lifted his hand, grabbed her chin, and leaned slightly forward, closing the distance between them.
In the blink of an eye, there was only a two-centimeter gap between them, and they could clearly feel each other's breath.
"Mo Shangjun, I'm giving you a chance to rephrase your words," Ya Tianxing murmured, each word laced with sheer threat.
Mo Shangjun: "..."
Shit!
Overbearing!
Savage!
Shameless!
If you say something he doesn't like, he forces you to change it in such a domineering way!
If this had been in the past, she would've... absolutely, destroyed, him.
"I was wrong."
Mo Shangjun said such a sentence with great reluctance.
No matter, she could still destroy him later.
—Mo Shangjun consoled herself this way.
Only then did Ya Tianxing let go of her chin.
Looking at her chin, it was red despite the light touch, as the skin was very fragile.
